Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.